Tag: journey
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Picture It
It’s my son’s nineteenth birthday today. We sat on the sofa last night as he opened presents, one of which was a book of routes up Scottish mountains, and he said he’d recently stood in Glasgow bus station and felt the west coast wind rush at him, willing him to get on the waiting bus…
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52and40/23 The Selfsame Well
A friend died recently. She was my writing teacher first (and my first writing teacher). I can trace roads from everything I’ve had published in the last two years to Helen, her guidance at every way-marker. Even with this map I’m disorientated; floundering in comprehending such a special woman being gone. In grief, all roads lead inevitably to my Mum.…
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52and40/20 Pigs Might Fly
We took ourselves to Raasay in February. A proper road trip – a long time in the car, sweets, music, stops for the dog to wee, chats about memories. Maniacs in white vans, eye-spy and the name game. Does it all sound perfect? It wasn’t. We fought, too. There were hideous tensions as well as…
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52and39/40 The Road Less Travelled
I drove to Hawick, last Friday. I suddenly had an afternoon on my hands and the weather was unseasonably brilliant. So I pointed the car at a road I haven’t driven before. I took the A68 for most of the way, wanting to stop and take photos every ten seconds, such is the beauty. Scotland in the…